MidNight.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire
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Lydia laid restless in bed the minute they got to their bedroom chambers, her hair lost its pin and she pulled the gloves only after she was in bed.
"Theodore please, I only wish to sleep now" she mumbled, avoiding his gaze completely.
He nodded, not liking the feeling of being kept in the dark and also realizing, this is how she must have felt those times she lashes out about his secrecy, "We can talk tomorrow" he mumbled.
She didn't reply and simply settled deeper into her blanket.
Theodore leaves the room with a frown, for some reason he doubted this was connected to the reason she had come back home pale and sweaty the day she went to know Helena's shop.
What was happening? Did someone dare to frighten her?
The maids found out a few moments later that the couple was back and they ran upstairs to her bedroom chambers.
